Who: Castiel and Dean Winchester
What: ............WELL...idek. Ideally apologies but...yeah.
Where: Malibu Mansion
When: Idk, right now?
Warnings: Language, possible angst? Hurrdurr.
Notes: None!
Something felt really out of place lately.
It had taken Dean a while to calm down over the whole tv-show thing but now that he was, well calm again, things felt...off. He was at the Mansion, like always, looking for something.
"Little-Cas?" He'd already looked in the living room, and was now entering the kitchen. When he heard a weird sound coming from behind the counter, he took the few extra steps to peek a look. It was Little-Cas all right, and the puppy was busy tearing into a big bag of dog food.
"Hey, hey--" He quickly picked up the (fat) puppy to stop him from eating too much. "Man, you're already super bloated..." Why hadn't Cas been watchi-- Oh wait, where the hell was the angel anyway? Dean hadn't seen him much since...
"Cas?" He wasn't sure if the angel was around at all...but calling out usually did the trick. Still, he ventured out of the kitchen, fully intent on looking for his friend.